There’s something when I lie maybe sleeping that convey my models from untouched opened book steering above the dark waters it’s a joking that infringe and my dead look
While I’m cloaking my secrecy this mysterious play vacancy it’s hard to act myself wrapped in the baited life it stabs within like taken out knife calling the truly lament grace
It’s going to start again affront the doors of the worlds trine strains supernaturally steadfast this stoppage to inverse entering ritual of dweller upon the threshold of disdain dimensions vortex makebelieve aspiring but still underplay
The last leftovers of rality have been melted into the pulsating mass of horror the swirl of flame has taken away the place reflection of madness and malicious hollow
It’s going to stop this time transform the body through the space the midmost of perspectives the changed reposes going to scape fluttering my inner edification with madmonsters neverending reign encircling breed this insanity enshrouded resounding empty name
Keeping up the nooks within the normal worlds are vanishing be face of passed disasters this refulgence is illumination of utter dark with false intention incinerated like any house elseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
